Grasping Evil

Tianqingzhou has been galloping all the way, and has been driving to the Siluzhuhai in the eastern part of the Han Cangguo.

This is an endless bamboo sea, and the air is contaminated with the bamboo fragrance of Xiaoxiang bamboo.

The Si Luo bamboo sponge extends for four million miles. The land of four million miles is the land inhabited by the Luo Luo family. There is no outsider living.

In ancient times, there was no bamboo sea growing, and the original native plants were cedar.

But countless years ago, after the last generation of the genus of the genus of the genus, the cedars in the area disappeared. Instead, the ground grew a number of sturdy bamboos.

The generations of the Luo people have fallen for generations, but the bamboos of Xianglu have been everlasting and have never withered.

The bamboo temple, which always ignores the decline of the Luolu people, suddenly has a strange command in the bamboo and sea.

After Qingzhou drove to the periphery of Siluzhuhai, Qinglan suddenly stopped the flying boat and collected the Tianqing boat into the storage bag.

Ning Fan noticed that there is a weak air force in the sky above the bamboo sea...

This power of forbidden seems to be aimed at the dawn of Sui Bao and the smashed monk, which is extremely strange.

"Large brother, I am living in this bamboo and bamboo sea. According to the order of the bamboo temple, when you arrive at the bamboo sea, you can't use the Azure boat, otherwise it will violate the rules of the bamboo temple."

"The bamboo temple has set up such a temple rule?" Ning Fan stunned, and immediately, the power of the air that permeated the sky was mostly set by the bamboo temple.

"Well. After the last generation of the genus of the genus of the genus, the genus of the genus has declined since then, and this place began to grow over the bamboo. Then the bamboo sect set the power of forbidden in this sacred bamboo sea, and made three orders: no monk In this place, the large-scale sapphire is used; the shredded monk is not allowed to enter the Siro Bamboo Sea; except for the sect of the sect. Any monk is not allowed to cut down the sampan bamboo in this place. Are these three orders very strange?"

"These three commands are really strange. It looks like the bamboo temple shelters the Taro, but it doesn't look like..."

"Yes. The bamboo temple has never sheltered me from the Muro people. When I was bullied by other people, I never asked anyone. Xiangzhu bamboo is the bamboo of the bamboo temple. Maybe the bamboo temple just wants to protect this piece. Bamboo sea." Qing Xiao smiled, did not care.

Azure boat is limited by the power of the ban, and cannot fly into the bamboo sea.

Among the three, Ning Fan is asking for vain, and Qing Biao is a glimpse of imaginary. Not subject to the power of the ban.

The cultivation of Teng's delicate expression is a question of emptiness, but the reality is repaired but it is a broken sky. She is limited by the force of the ban, and she cannot fly into the bamboo...

"Lubei, I can't fly in..." She squinted at her, and told Ning Fan secretly.

If she wants to enter the bamboo sea, she can only walk through the bamboo forest of four million miles. I don't know what year and month to go.

"But, you should rest in the Ding furnace industry first, and then guide the female guards to practice." Ning Fan did not give the opportunity to refuse the vines, directly motivated the Ding furnace ring, and she was included in the world.

Out of the air in the Ding furnace world, the vines and softness reveal an extremely dissatisfied expression.

At the moment she appeared. A lot of female guards, such as Lingling Yueling, immediately greeted them, and they had a ‘Thousand Sisters’.

This Jindan woman repaired her clothes and praised her fairy dress.

The fused woman repaired her long hair and praised her blue silk.

Of course, there are a lot of low-level female practitioners holding extremely low-level cultivation problems. Come and ask her.

These problems are mostly the bottlenecks of the practice of Rongling and Jindan, in the eyes of Fujiko. The problem of pure idiots is not worth answering, but vines have to answer.

Ning Fan had already told the female guards about the veganness of the vines. Of course, Ning Fan did not tell the female guard that the vine is a broken old monster...

The female guards did not know that the vines were delicate and they were not afraid of the vines, but they were also very enthusiastic. Ning Fan told them that if there is any doubt about the cultivation, you can ask the vines softly, and the vines are ignorant...

Rattan is a kind of impulse to catch the tofu! She is shoddy, and why should she answer the mentally handicapped problems of a group of low-ranking monks!

Is Jindan round or flat?

She has been crossing the realm of Jindan for many years! Jin Dan changed Yuan Ying, Yuan Yinghua demon, she did not remember Jin Dan's look!

Besides, people who have common sense generally know that Jin Dan is round... Who asked the question so idiotic!

How to do it?

Don't want to get rid of what you still do! Go home and embroider! What to sell here!

How to please the master's favor?

Wait, how do you ask her about this idiot problem! ! ! How does she know how to please Ning Fan's favor, she is too lazy to please Ning Fan's favor! ! ! Why should she please the favor of Ning Fan! ! !

It’s too wrong to be wronged!

If she was in the past, when she met the idiots, she would have slapped the other side and flew!

Unfortunately, she is now a slave to Ning Fan. She must suppress the dissatisfaction in her heart, smile at her face, and be ordered to answer the idiots of the women.

She felt that her own savage monk's arrogance was being worn out bit by bit...

She felt that she had never been so wronged after she had been practicing for 20,000 years...

She was shocked, secretly, did Ning Fan deliberately send these low-level women to cultivate her proud bones? He deliberately!

Fujii softly wants to put Ning Fan into a group of painful flattering, but when I think of Ninfan's harmless smile, I think that Ning Fan may deliberately send a female guard to ask these idiots and try to anger her, but she gradually calms down.

Biting his teeth, swallowing all the dissatisfaction, and squeezing out a few points is not a clear smile, answering the question of the idiots of the women.

Ning Fan wants to anger her, she is not angry, she can not let Ning Fan plan!

"Five hundred years! As long as I have endured these five hundred years, I am free!"

...

Fujiwara really misunderstood Ning Fan.

The problems of these women’s guards are all original and have nothing to do with Ning Fan.

Some of these women’s guards came from Vietnam, and some were obtained in the endless sea. After they followed Ning Fan, they did not need to fight with others. The days are very laid-back and the thoughts are very close to life. Just like a mortal woman.

Whatever a mortal woman, the concern is always a mess.

They asked these wonderful questions simply because they have been too leisurely for decades.

Among the bamboos and seas, Ning Fan and Qing Biao are flying side by side, and the gods are far away, and they feel the customs of the people.

In the land of four million miles, only the Gentiles live here.

In addition to the family, there are countless mortals in this place...

These mortals live in harmony with the monks. There is nothing wrong with it.

The tribes have already fallen, and the remnants have been honoured and humiliated. They have become accustomed to the warmth of the people in the realm of cultivation, and they do not look down on mortals like other comprehension families.

Everyone knows that there is a fairy teacher in the world. In their view, the family of the genus is the immortal of this thought.

Under the dense bamboo sea, occasionally mortal villages can be seen.

Among the bamboo shacks where mortals come and go. Occasionally, the low-order stupa tree demon and the mortal old people talk and laugh and cook tea...

This kind of fairy-tale harmony is simply unbelievable in the realm of comprehension!

If other comprehensions see the self-declined identity of the Muro people and the mortal, they will laugh.

But in Ning Fan's view, the actions of the Dyros are in line with the avenue!

Immortal is a person standing on the mountain. If you go down the mountain of the monastic road, it is no different from the mortal...

He sheltered the Duro. This book is supported by the sacred tree. At this moment, it has been revered from the heart and has a bit of praise for the Duro.

When there was a mortal old man who was thinking about cutting bamboo in the bamboo sea, he looked up and saw Ning Fan’s deliberate slowing down, and he would say hello to Ning Fan.

This is unusual in the mortal world, but there is no reason for showing good between people.

But if you are in the realm of comprehension. Some people show good things for no reason, Ning Fan will definitely think again and again. See what the other side has to plan...

Ning Fan reveals the color of the hustle and bustle. He longs for this life without intrigue, but he has not returned to the past, and he will not be a mortal...

Want to go down from Daoshan, from Xianhua Fan, at least need to climb to the peak of the repair.

At that time, if you want to be a monk and want to be a mortal, no one dares to provoke you.

The road to comprehension, once you step on it, before you reach the peak, you can only move forward!

Even if the Muro people live here, on the surface, they live in harmony with the mortal people, but they are bullied by other tree people in the back...

In the realm of comprehension, it is not a Taoyuan land, but how to whitewash it, there is a **** sea behind it...

The Silu Bamboo Sea is only four million miles wide. Even if Ning Fan deliberately slows down the dawn, it does not take too long to reach the central area of ​​Zhuhai.

In the Wanli boundary of Zhuhai Center, there is a huge city of bamboo.

There is a slap in the city, three words on the book: Siro City!

Outside the city of Silo, guarding a team of Jin Dan guards wearing a tree armor.

At first sight, there was a monk flying in the light, and this dawn was extremely good. The Jin Dan guards were immediately nervous.

The Muro people now have no friends. If there are high-ranking monks coming, they must be seekers.

Several Jindan guards looked at each other and were about to take out the spiritual arrows to launch an alarm.

At this moment, the quiet laughter of the Qing dynasty, with a bit of majesty, passed into the ears of these guards, and even passed through all the corners of the city.

"It's me, I am green, I am back."

She is inferior to Ning Fan on weekdays, but in front of these low-level people, she is quite a bit majestic.

Qinglan and Ning Fan’s light were collected and landed outside the city of Siluo.

When the guards saw the ones, they were actually green, and each one immediately showed a respectful color and bowed down.

"I am waiting for the Ghetto to meet the high priest!"

Six movements of the dawn were taken from the city of Silu, and turned into tobacco at the gate of the city, turning into six old gods who were certified as tree-rooted.

Only two of the six old men were in the middle of the gods, and the rest were the early days of the gods.

When I saw the green, all six people bowed down.

"I am waiting for the priests of the glory to welcome the return of the high priest!"

"Grandpa Luo, you must be grandfather, you are free and blessed, you can't afford it."

At the beginning, Qinglan was still a majestic expression, but when he saw the old priest in the middle of the two gods, he immediately saw his red eyes and seemed to see the close relatives.

After her mother died, these two old people regarded her as a younger generation and trained her to become the high priest of this generation.

This kind of kindness, she will never forget.

The green scorpion was excused, and all the mourning people of the dynasty got up.

The priests of the valley and the priests looked at the green priests. There are gratification and joy in the muddy eyes.

"The high priest has left Siro City this time for ten years. After ten years of running, I must have worked very hard. This time I will stay at home for a few more days, and then go out later to find the ancestor's body." Gu Luo priest looked at the green glutinous rice noodles The face of the wind and dust can not help but feel a little distressed.

Over the years, he and Solo have always regarded Qinglan as a granddaughter.

If they are not looking for the ancestors' bodies, they are absolutely reluctant to let the Qing dynasty go out.

"Well, come back this time. I can live more in the city of Siluo... the remains of the ten ancestors of the sacred ancestors, I have all recovered. It is all Lu Da Ge who helped me find it."

"What! The ancestors' bodies have all been recovered!" Gu Luo was shocked and shocked. It was a surprise!

“Lu Da Ge?” Xu Luo is a cautious generation.

His old eyes were illusory, and he looked at Ning Fan, next to Qing Bian, with some vigilance.

The other four priests of the gods also looked at Ning Fan in detail, and each white eyebrow was dignified.

They are the gods of these gods. I can't fully understand the breath of Ning Fan!

Ning Fan's breath is deep and introverted, this introversion does not reveal a point, obviously the realm far exceeds their imagination!

Gu Luo also put away the color of surprise, with a few vigilant expressions to look at Ning Fan, but secretly said to Luo.

"This person is unfathomable, at least it is a voyeur!"

"No. Not only... Although he is not exposed, but his implied momentum is more vast than the green head... This person is probably a questioning idiot."

"What! Asking for the virtual! If this person is comfortable with my family, I will be difficult to resist!" Gu Luo was shocked, this time. It is a fear.

The subtle expressions of everyone fell in the eyes of Ning Fan, and he knew it well. His arrival scared the Tsao people.

"My name is Lubei, and I am supported by an old man. I am specially sheltering the family of the Luo Luo. This is a token."

Ning Fan took a storage bag and took out the black wood order and gave it to the six priests.

In the moment of seeing this black wood, all the six priests and priests were boiled, and each one showed a shocking expression.

"Tree... Tree Emperor!"

They do not call the black wood order, only the tree emperor order, only so that it is the token of the ancient family of the dynasty!

This thing disappeared with the last generation of the genus of the genus, and why it disappeared in the hands of Ning Fan!

"This thing is the last one of the Tsao Luo who gave it to me. He is not dead yet!"

Ning Fan’s voice is very low and low, but it is not transmitted, but the use of magical powers, so low that only the priests, six priests can hear, other Jindan guards can not hear!

His words, like a huge stone into the heart of the lake, immediately caused a huge wave!

The six priests were shocked, and even the green scorpion was stunned with a small mouth.

Ning Fan never told her where the black wood came from, but said it at the moment!

The last dynasty emperor who had disappeared was not dead!

This news is too shocking, too puzzling, too unbelievable!

How many thousands of years have passed since the last tree emperor disappeared? No one remembers.

Who can live for such a long time, is it a fairy?

Why did the last tree prince disappear and never send any news to the family?

Even the young people can't believe the words of Ning Fan.

However, with Ning Fan urging the blackwood order, the blood of the black wood was forced out by the black tree, so that after the people felt the pressure, no one would believe the words of Ningfan!

This blood pressure is not wrong, it is definitely the tree king of the family!

And this blood is very rich, and the time to seal it into the black wood is no more than one year. It was recently sealed!

This is the most powerful evidence that the last dynasty is still alive!

Since the last tree emperor was alive, he gave the blackwood order to Ning Fan, and his intention was self-evident...

Ning Fan is worthy of the trust of the Tsao Luo!

Ning Fan is the last generation of Shuhuang Xinfeng's generation of tree emperors!

The handover of the black wood order means the transfer of the tree king!

Six priests, such as Gu Luo and Xu Luo, could not wait to immediately stumble over Ning Fan.

Just seeing the eyes of Ning Fan’s rejection, he immediately accepted the momentum of worship.

Ning Fan does not want to let outsiders know that he holds the black wood order, which is the generation of the tree.

If the matter comes out, I don’t know if there will be an old monster in the tree world for the black wood order, or for the identity of Ning Fan’s sect of the tree, and the trouble with Ning Fan.

"Large brother, let's talk slowly into the city, this is not the place to talk." Qing Yu whispered.

"Ok."

Ning Fan nodded and entered the city of Si Luo with Qing Lan and others.

Just a moment into the city, suddenly turned back and showed a strange color.

"Optical illusion..." He shook his head and said to himself.

...

A million miles away, a huge Xiangzhu bamboo suddenly heard a soft whimper.

The sound of this whimper is very slight, knowing that it has not stopped in the middle of the night.

"Muro is still alive, he is still alive... I know that he will not die so easily."

"He still owes me a pot of wine, a promise, he won't be so easy to die..."

Mu Luo is the name of the last dynasty emperor...

This name has been spread throughout the tree world, but today, only a lonely Xiangzhu bamboo still remembers.

Because, he still owes her a pot of wine, a promise.

Hollow bamboo, there is a soul, the soul roots, in the bamboo heart. The root of the soul, the heart of bamboo, can not be divided...

"If one day, I will kill the enemy, I will remove the position of the tree king, and take you to a deserted mountain where no one knows. At that time, we only have moonlight on our heads, and beside me, except for a pot. Water wine, you will only be with you, this life will not give up."

...

In the rain world, among the countries, there is a barren hill.

Sitting in the wilderness of the barren hills, a lonely pavilion, looking at the skylight of the sky above the head, took a pot of water and wine on the table, alone and discretion...

His expression, no sorrow, no bitterness, no expression, no smile.

In his heart, he was already ridiculous, and he was devastated by the years without any feelings. Only one woman was left, and it could not be erased.

He did not forget the promise, and he was no longer the Emperor.

It’s just him, he can’t go back to the tree world...

And she must have passed away as dust.

In this life, I can no longer complete that promise... I will never see each other again in this life...

"I'm sorry..." The snails closed their eyes and sighed under the moonlight, no one heard.